The title of the other thread on the book My old man & the sea , sparked memorys of just that,
As a boy I remember the first time on a boat I was 6 years old and went fishing
with my Dad, in his 14 Aluminum
boat - he was 50 years older than I and he had just retired (from a heart attack) As the years went by my Dad got bigger & bigger boats up to a 26' lapstright i think Christ Craft that me & my brother had to sand each day for about a year after school
(slave labor) we finilly got that boat in perfect shape and soon started fishing
trips off the coast and to the Bahamas
once in a wile.
I think the best moments of my life around my Dad was when we were out there fishing Off Jupiter ,Fl. or West End back in the 60's. I remember how fasanating it was to look down under the boat and see all the fish
sometimes 50 - to 100 feet below the boat, thats what got me intrested in Snorkel/Scuba.
Being out there taught me alot and helped form who I am today.
I was not able to pass the torch to my daugher, shes 29 now, but my grand son just turned 6 the other day and he will have the oppertunity to experence whats left of this taste of life. Has anyone here grown up around the water
with there Dad ?